I hope this cheers you up (haha, if you still need it. A turtle and a snail write faster than me. But I know more about human anatomy. Suck it, you guys!)!
“This is going to get sloppy,” Brad says, and then drops a spoonful of ice cream on Nate’s belly.
It’s so cold it hurts, still frozen solid. Brad had to really dig to get out even that little bit. Nate draws in a hard breath and arches. The ice cream slides down the hill of his belly, settling in the dip above his cock. It melts quickly, chocolate line bisecting his abs, dripping into his pubes. It smells rich and sweet.
“It’s going to get sloppy without you doing that,” Brad chides. His hand comes down hot on Nate’s stomach, right where there’s ice cream, pressing Nate’s bare back down to the kitchen tile again.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Nate tries for teasing, but it comes out gritty. “But it feels like someone stripped me naked in the middle of our kitchen and is now letting ice cream melt on my cock.”
“Shh.” Brad licks his palm clean with two quick strokes. “Be good.” He's not naked, but he is down to his briefs. They're white. Nate thinks about about the front of them wet with come, smudged with ice cream and spit.
He starts stroking his cock slowly, focusing on the tip, watching Brad watch him. There’s ice cream running around the base, dripping down onto his balls, but it’s lukewarm now, hardly shocking. “Or you’ll do what?”
Brad pulls the spoon out of the ice cream tub and presses it against Nate’s nipple. Nate arches so hard his ass leaves the tile. His mouth works silently for a moment before he manages to clamp down, lowering himself back to the floor, closing his mouth tight and glaring at Brad.
Brad just shakes the spoon at him, smirking.
“Be good,” he says again, warningly.
Nate makes himself stay still through Brad licking his nipples, nipping the cold one gently. His hands clench a little when Brad dips his fingertips into the carton and drags them down Nate’s chest, but he stays still, counting the spirals on the ceiling.
When Brad’s tongue dips into his belly button, licking out the chocolate slur, Nate whimpers. His left thigh twitches hard and Brad palms it open as his mouth moves down.
He mmms warmly against the base of Nate’s cock, tongue sneaking out to brush against skin and sticky ice cream, all the way up to the tip of Nate’s cock.
“My favourite flavour,” he says softly, appreciatively. His fingers leave chocolate fingerprints on Nate’s thighs as his mouth moves in, hot and wet and so fucking sweet.
“It’s going to get sloppy without you doing that,” Brad chides. No, Brad, you aren't a control freak at all. And, really, it's not at all sexy.
“But it feels like someone stripped me naked in the middle of our kitchen and is now letting ice cream melt on my cock.” Hee! Nate, sarcasm is hard when you're naked and cold and turned the fuck on!
Brad pulls the spoon out of the ice cream tub and presses it against Nate’s nipple. Ooooh. *takes a deep breath* Kinky!
“My favourite flavour,” he says softly, appreciatively. So hot (you know what I mean!) and yet so sweet. I love the way you blend the two!
“This is going to get sloppy,” Brad says, and then drops a spoonful of ice cream on Nate’s belly.
It’s so cold it hurts, still frozen solid. Brad had to really dig to get out even that little bit. Nate draws in a hard breath and arches. The ice cream slides down the hill of his belly, settling in the dip above his cock. It melts quickly, chocolate line bisecting his abs, dripping into his pubes. It smells rich and sweet.
“It’s going to get sloppy without you doing that,” Brad chides. His hand comes down hot on Nate’s stomach, right where there’s ice cream, pressing Nate’s bare back down to the kitchen tile again.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Nate tries for teasing, but it comes out gritty. “But it feels like someone stripped me naked in the middle of our kitchen and is now letting ice cream melt on my cock.”
“Shh.” Brad licks his palm clean with two quick strokes. “Be good.” He's not naked, but he is down to his briefs. They're white. Nate thinks about about the front of them wet with come, smudged with ice cream and spit.
He starts stroking his cock slowly, focusing on the tip, watching Brad watch him. There’s ice cream running around the base, dripping down onto his balls, but it’s lukewarm now, hardly shocking. “Or you’ll do what?”
Brad pulls the spoon out of the ice cream tub and presses it against Nate’s nipple. Nate arches so hard his ass leaves the tile. His mouth works silently for a moment before he manages to clamp down, lowering himself back to the floor, closing his mouth tight and glaring at Brad.
Brad just shakes the spoon at him, smirking.
“Be good,” he says again, warningly.
Nate makes himself stay still through Brad licking his nipples, nipping the cold one gently. His hands clench a little when Brad dips his fingertips into the carton and drags them down Nate’s chest, but he stays still, counting the spirals on the ceiling.
When Brad’s tongue dips into his belly button, licking out the chocolate slur, Nate whimpers. His left thigh twitches hard and Brad palms it open as his mouth moves down.
He mmms warmly against the base of Nate’s cock, tongue sneaking out to brush against skin and sticky ice cream, all the way up to the tip of Nate’s cock.
“My favourite flavour,” he says softly, appreciatively. His fingers leave chocolate fingerprints on Nate’s thighs as his mouth moves in, hot and wet and so fucking sweet.
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“My favourite flavour,” he says softly, appreciatively.
::is dead::
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Thank you!
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“It’s going to get sloppy without you doing that,” Brad chides. No, Brad, you aren't a control freak at all. And, really, it's not at all sexy.
“But it feels like someone stripped me naked in the middle of our kitchen and is now letting ice cream melt on my cock.” Hee! Nate, sarcasm is hard when you're naked and cold and turned the fuck on!
Brad pulls the spoon out of the ice cream tub and presses it against Nate’s nipple. Ooooh. *takes a deep breath* Kinky!
“My favourite flavour,” he says softly, appreciatively. So hot (you know what I mean!) and yet so sweet. I love the way you blend the two!
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No, Brad, you aren't a control freak at all. And, really, it's not at all sexy.
He could probably make the ice cream run up Nate's belly if he wanted.
So hot (you know what I mean!) and yet so sweet. I love the way you blend the two!
Hee, thanks!
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